Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.